I have to admit that I like winter and cold weather. I also love winter sports like skiing. I don’t moan and complain about the cold like some people. I don’t even really have a winter jacket. I have a shell that goes over whatever I decide to layer inside. It is usually enough, and doesn’t crowd people on my bus. It doesn’t tremendously affect my mobility. Nonetheless, it is still another layer.
Owing to a late start Thursday, I had a chance to go outside and experience the weather while I drank my coffee. As I didn’t have to make a mad dash for the bus, I concluded that I didn’t need to put on my jacket. What was normally my inner layer would serve as my outer layer.
It is amazing what that one layer really means. I felt completely different walking to the bus stop. Each step felt lighter and I seemed much more relaxed. That quickly faded however when I saw the bus and decided that I had better take that one rather than wait for the next one. Maybe owing to that one fewer layer (or maybe all that stair climbing I have been doing) I mad the bus and wasn’t gasping for breath.